I have reached the famed San Simeon, or as I would have it called, the shower isn't broken you just can't seem to get clean here. I arrived just in time to be offered someone else's fish and chips or their salad with chicken. Chicken I thought, in a beach town? I took the fish and chips but only if he sold me a beer to go with it. The girl that looked seventeen at the front desk enunciated the many perks of the grand handicapped suite, I was too obliged to accept it, she had me at wheelchair access in the shower. It was all they had left. The wheel chair access in shower means the entire bathroom is the shower, the idea of the toilet, sink, and shower head undivided by a linoleum or porcelain wall or fixture has as such creeped me out. The bathroom or bathhouse or shower room door remains closed, filthy while I eat my stale fish and chips. It does not come with a mini fridge, she reminded me almost three times; maybe she's just tired. The bed sheets are combinations of all bright colors that will most definitely not help me fall asleep. I have to shower though, its sticky fog here, the kind that slows you down in the airport in Miami, no that's humidity, this is humid fog. I'll dip the fries in the cocktail sauce but not the tartar sauce, tartar sauce, how repetitive and unoriginal. I don't trust you tartar. The view outside my window consists of both a large unmarked white van and a sign across the hallway labeling the rules for the hotel pool. All the handicapped rooms are on the first floor and are non smoking, she told me it was non smoking like I was a child and she my mother, she was mostly telling me not to smoke in the way of telling me it was non smoking, she looked seventeen, she had a fake smile, I'm twenty five. I wonder if her room has a mini fridge at home and a mini oven. She reminded me again it does not come with a mini fridge but you can shower in your wheelchair. I walked right in there and she says this too me. She asked me how many people and I pointed to my chest and said just me, I wasn't lying. I have however begun to talk to myself in the room, or atleast my computer, I'm breaking rules, I think. Maybe she's had a long day. Tomorrow I'm going to Hearst castle. 2.99 for wifi travel log. I won’t let anyone edit you travel log, never, I promise.

"Five Stars! ....For readers who are looking for a book filled with great, thought-provoking human interest stories, Your Smallest Bones is unquestionably your next best read." - San Francisco Book Review